Night had fallen and the rain and snow had stopped a while ago and the large group had settled down for the night. The Knights spread themselves out around the group for defense. Kendra found herself in a tent Guinevere. Her mind went back to the images she had seen earlier, not those of the men but the woman and the house.

"Why do you sit with me and not with your fellow Knights?" Guinevere questioned holding her hair to the side so that Marius' wife could bathe her back. Her question brought the young woman to the here and now.

"I am not their fellow Knight," Kendra answered fingering the small knife Galahad had given her.

"Well if you are not one of them who are you then?" Guinevere asked looking at the strange acting woman before her.

"I don't know." She answered softly. Looking up to the woad. Fulciana stopped her bathing long enough to look at her.

"How do you not know where you allegience lies?" Guinevere asked. Kendra dropped her head eyeing the ground between them as she struggled for an answer. None came as she slowly lifted her head and met the womans gaze once more. In her eyes Guinevere noticed the look of lose that swam the young womans blue eyes. "What do you remember?" she asked softly.

"I remember waking in the Saxon tent eight years ago and everything after. Nothing before. I know that I fight well, no matter what the weapon." Kendra answered her eyes wondered as she spoke, her voice was quiet with a small hint of longing.

"And those, were those given to you by the Saxons?" Guinevere asked motioning to the scars that marked her arm.

"Yes, some I had before the ones the Saxons gave me." She answered honestly looking down at the scars. Most of them had smoothed out others were not as forgiving.

"May I?" Guinevere asked reaching a hand out. Moving slightly closer Kendra permitted her touch. "Saxons are horrid people." she commented lightly grazing the scar on Kendra's upper left arm. "They care for nothing and no one. I am amazed that you lasted as long as you have with them."

"After a few years you start to accept your life among them. Eventually you loose all emotion and feeling. You are not really living, you just...are. Eventually you begin to forget the pain of the hits and you dont feel them anymore." Kendra answered her voice distant. After a moments pause she rose and walked to the entrance of the doorway and started out into the world.

"If those are the results of punishments why did you stay?" Guinevere asked, sympathy showing in her eyes for the woman before her.

"I dont know really. I had no place to go to, atleast no place that I remembered. Besides even if I had remembered they would have killed me before I got to my destination." Kendra replied staring out at the bodies of people that huddled together for warmth.

"Perhaps one day you will remember and you could go home." Guinevere added in an effort to bring the woman hope.

"I do not know if there would be a home for me to go to." Kendra added quietly. "I have been around many parts of this land Guinevere, and no one has claimed to have known me. No one. Perhaps those that I loved moved on, or forgot me like I did them. Perhaps, my home will be gone from me forever."

Silence filled the small area between them as Guinevere stared at the silhoutte of the woman before her. "I feel a great sadness for you Kendra. Not remembering those you loved. Those that loved you. To go through life everyday with no sense of who or what you are." Guinevere spoke, the sympathy that shown in her eyes was now evident in her voice. "I feel great pity for you."

"I do not need your pity." Kendra said, harshly. She did not mean for it to sound so but she couldnt keep the frustration from entering her words. Pity could not help her.

"You know my father used to tell me that memories may fade easily with time, but emotions are harder to lose." Guinevere said. She watched as Kendra kept her eyes transfixed on the people outside.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Kendra asked softly. In the distance she saw several Knights moving about.

"Your mind may have forgotten where you belong, but your heart knows Kendra. All you have to do is listen and it will lead you home." The woman said.

Turning around Kendra brought her gaze to the woad. "If that were true why has it not yet spoken to me." she said plainly.

"Perhaps it already has." Guinevere said motioning to the Knights in the distance. "But perhaps you arent listening hard enough."

"You should rest." Kendra said quietly. "I shall see you in the morning."

Stepping out into the world again she let the drape fall behind her. In her mind the woads words echoed. In the distance she Lancelot walking. She watched his everymove while he surveyed the area of the camp. "You heart knows. All you have to do is listen."

"If you know something I dont, feel free to share." she said speaking to the air but nothing came. She watched the dark knight a moment longer before she left to find a place to sleep.